And, in high good humour, swore to it,—
“If not the abode itself of Death,
You certainly are next door to it!”
A knot of persons exceeding wise
Were trying a sailor brave
Who, sent to sea, in a rotten ship,
His crew had contrived to save;
And the devil bowed,—respecting the man
Who had beaten both him, and the wave.
(Six verses omitted.)